Oh Mister Tut what goods it do They love your chair but nobody cares for you Egyptian nights were never colder And all your friends are thousands of years older Whatever happened to that gang down by the Sphinx Seems theyre only forty winks away Those girls from Cairo with their belly button jewels Made you play the fool yesterday yesterday Now you keep in shape with Elmers glue Man youre all wrapped up in them dead Egyptian blues Oh Mister Tut they love the mask But do they love you honey sweetheart dont ask Wheres those baby browns and that pearly smile That smile that drove em wild by the early Nile You make one terrific hieroglyphic dont you bro Centuries of standing sideways turned you to a pro Those girls from Cairo who filled your heart with lust Theyve all turned to dust yesterday yesterday And those bandages didnt do that much for you Man youre all wrapped up in them dead Egyptian blues Oh Mister Tut they dig the tomb All that gold leaf brightens up a room But whats the diff when youre stiff what riff theyre playing When your ears have spent five thousand years decaying What does it matter what possessions you may boast When youre just a ghost its only jive clive Your sarcophagus is glowing but your esophagus is showing Who cares how rich you are love When you look like Boris Karloff And they even named this dog food after you Man youre all wrapped up in them dead Egyptian blues Oh Mister Tut you wait and see Another few thousand years theyre gonna dig up me And Ill have all my little treasures near at hand A CD of Sergeant Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band A little dried out Maui wowee crumbled in a bong A letter from my honey saying Love you kid so long Some peanut butter sandwiches that have long returned to sand Not much gold or silver but Tut I think youll understand That in my way Ill be just like you All wrapped up in them dead Egyptian blues All wrapped up All wrapped up All wrapped up in them dead Egyptian blues
Posted on: Thu, 18 Dec 2014 04:01:54 +0000